it is such a non-dania thing to do.


a pocket of space to spare.
not there.
the senses fool and mislead.
take heed.
moulds hold us in place.
too wrinkled to give chase.
if only codes didnt exist.
bliss.


its been long since i wielded my weapon of choice.


no discrimination.
between the haves and the have-nots.
whether or not we are aware.


you need a full glass tipped.


we'll let blood build a bridge
over mountains draped in stars
i'll meet you on the ridge
between these worlds apart
lets let love give what it gives.

perfection at 10:42 PM